“You’re a grown woman and you can sleep with whoever you want to,” I tell her and she stops in the middle of my room, arching a brow.
“Okay. You go tell him you fucked his little sister eight times last night.”
The thought makes my balls crawl back up inside my body. “Uh… better get going, then.”
“That’s what I thought,” she says with a laugh as she continues getting dressed and when she’s got everything back on, she walks across the room and leans over me, pressing her lips to mine. I’m sure it was supposed to be a quick kiss but our bodies have other ideas and I can’t stop myself from pulling her down on top of me with a groan. She straddles my hips and rocks against my cock, moaning before she pulls away and shakes her head. “We can’t.”
“I know.”
She flashes me a devilish grin. “My brother might actually kill you if he finds out about this.”
“That’s why we’re going to keep it on the down low.”
“Do you regret it?” she asks, chewing nervously on her bottom lip. It’s so goddamn cute that I can’t help but smile as I reach up and cup her cheek.
“Not a fucking chance.”
“Good. Me either,” she whispers before leaning down and pressing another quick kiss against my lips, pulling away just enough to let her mouth brush against mine as she smiles and meets my gaze. “Can’t wait to do this again.”
Shit.
“Me either,” I agree, kissing her again but she stops it before it can go too far. God, I want to pull her back to me and spend the whole fucking day in this bed. She jumps off the bed and winks over her shoulder at me as she walks to my bedroom door. I watch her as she cracks it open and peeks into the hallway, checking that the coast is clear, before slipping out and shutting it behind her.
Sitting up in bed, I turn and lean back against the wall, sighing as I run a hand through my hair. I glance over at the bedside table littered with condom wrappers and I shake my head.
Eight times in one night?
Really?
It’s hard to believe but at this point, the entire evening is just a blur of naked skin, kissing, biting, and moaning so who fucking knows. Maybe her and I hooking up was an awful idea and I’m pretty sure that if Kodiak finds out, I’ll have to go on the run but I can’t deny that it was exactly what I needed. This weight I’ve been feeling for weeks now is a little lighter this morning and if the look in Rowan’s eyes last night was any indication, she needed it just as much as I did. Besides, like I said, she is a grown ass woman and she can do whatever she wants with her body so what the hell is wrong with the two of us using each other to deal with our shit if we both are clear that it will never go any farther? Then again, if I use the words “using” and “your sister” in the same sentence when talking to Kodiak, I’m a dead man either way.
Pushing those thoughts from my mind, I throw the covers off of my legs and climb out of bed, sweeping the wrappers into the trash before grabbing my jeans off of the floor and getting dressed. I shuffle over to my desk and sink into my chair, scrubbing my hand over my face and yawning. As I pull up Veronica’s interview, I shake my head. I’ve listened to the thing close to fifty times and at this point, I could probably recite it for anyone else but I just keep hoping that I’ll hear something new, something that will break this whole case wide open even if I know that’s stupid. Just as I’m about to push play and listen to it again, I remember her comment about the woman her abductor met in a bar and I lean back in my chair, scowling. There is only one person he could be talking about and she is also just about the last person I want to go speak to.
But we need answers.
Groaning, I grab my phone off of the desk as I stand up before heading for the door as I slip it into my pocket. Goddamn it. I would rather do just about anything than meet with this girl but I know it’s my best bet. Every other leads we’ve managed to track down has been a dead end and we need a new angle – even if that angle is someone I can’t stand. I yank the door open with more force than necessary and Moose turns to look at me with wide eyes as he stops in front of his and Juliette’s room with a cup of coffee in each hand.
“Everything okay?”
I nod. “Yeah. I just realized I need to talk to Tawny, though.”
“Shit,” he whispers with a wince and I can’t say that I blame him. If anyone knows exactly what Tawny is capable of, it’s Moose. “Take back up.”
“You volunteering?” I ask and laugh when some of the color drains from his face. He shakes his head.
“Absolutely fucking not.”
Moose and Tawny were hooking up for a while before he met his wife, Juliette, but she got it in her head that they were getting serious when they couldn’t have been further from the truth and when he ended things with her, she fucking lost it. Blaze had to kick her out of the clubhouse and the next thing we knew, the police were talking to Moose because she had filed assault charges against him. In the end, the charges were dropped due to lack of evidence and we thought that was the end of it until Tawny showed up at the clubhouse a few weeks back. She told us about the guy she met in a bar who had encouraged her to let him punch her in the face so she could press charges against Moose and mess up the club’s image. There is no way in hell this isn’t the same guy and if she’s had an up close interaction with him, I need to speak to her.
“I’m serious, Streak,” Moose says, snapping me out of my thoughts. “I won’t get anywhere near her but you need someone with you. The last thing any of us needs is her claiming some shit again.”
I nod. “I hear you. I’ll go see who’s up.”
Nodding in approval, he turns and slips back into his room as I head downstairs to see who is awake and willing to go along with me. I can’t believe I was really about to go talk to her, all alone, when I know what she’s like. If you’re going to be around Tawny, you need fucking witnesses. The bar is quiet when I walk in and I sigh, glancing back toward the stairs.
Shit.
People usually give me a hard time about sleeping until noon but lately I’ve been up before everyone else, my mind constantly working over the case as I try to find some answers, even in my sleep. Not that it’s done a damn bit of good. A door opens from down the hallway and I turn my head as Rowan steps into the room in fresh clothes, a jean miniskirt and t-shirt, with her dark hair piled into a bun on top of her head.
“Hey,” she says, flashing me a loaded smile that has me thinking about taking her back up to my room.
She’s going to be the death of me.
“Anyone else up?”
She shakes her head, her gaze dropping to the keys in my hand. “I don’t think so. You going somewhere?”
“Yeah…” I sigh, looking over at the door before turning back to her. “Actually, you want to go with me?”
“Where are we going?”
I laugh as she comes out from behind the bar and stops next to me. “Is that a yes then?”
“Obviously,” she shoots back, rolling her eyes and I shake my head as we start walking toward the clubhouse door. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Uh… we’re going on a little mission and I need backup.”